Needle Noses ... Fostering Ex-Racing Greyhounds

Hello, my name is Katy and I foster greyhounds. (Hello, Katy!)
This blog just shares with you my experiences as a foster carer with my husband. We're half way into our second year and have finally tipped the 20 dog mark. This site links to more detailed stories. I hope you enjoy. I really really weeelly do.

Friday, March 31, 2006

A Dark and Stormy Night

The day was filled with gloom from the beginning. Katy was too tired in the am to get up for an überearly run that would have allowed her to get to work by 7:15. The day was grey and getting darker. The arrogant bitch at work was on her case, Pedantic Doily Twit was back and "goodness graciousing" to no end. Katy tried to lighten the day with a purchase of Keens, but no style to her liking in her size. While she did get a pair of comfy hippie shoes to turn off even the most viagra addicted randy boy, her joy was tempered by the worry of cycling home in the storm that was, and I quote, "a brewin'." The wee boss shooed her home, "you're riding your bike, you should go now!" (oh to go home early on a Friday? Tweeest my arm!" Things were looking up... Perhaps the day wasn't so grey. The dogs still seem to enjoy my arrival and appreciate an opened door. The cats hadn't puked. and the dirty dishes hadn't multiplied on their own... but then...

Monday, March 20, 2006

Video of Becky: link fixed

i have a wee digital camera that lets me take small videos. i had to capture Becky's spazmatroid behaviour. well, she's not really a spaz. right now she's asleep... again. .... still.... as usual. but when I come home, it's aaaaaall about the booty shakin'.

i tried to get this with the theme to the banana splits show, but i worried about a cease and be-pissed order.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

What is with the rug?!

it's a scummy rug. was cheap as. not like we'll fork over the dough for a rug when we have two cats and a revolving door of foster greyhounds and our own greyt. But seriously, they LIVE on it. i can't figure out how i'll clean it with all the water restrictions and the lack of a good drying queensland sun. it's a CSI rug. i read a foster blog today and i liked his line about how pet hair is a new condiment in his house. yup. see, we'll live forever because of the hair of the dog...s... and cats.

back to the rug

for some reason, the dogs love the rug and with Becky, the rug has special powers....

Becky!

There's got to be a superhero that uses extreme wuss'ism to fight the good fight.

I'm not going to bother counting the rooms in our house, but let's just say it's more than two, but two is the number of rooms that Becky feels safe in. And really just one. The sleep-out is only safe to walk into so we can stick our head in the bedroom and plead for Mark and Katy to wake up and come out into the living room to watch us sleep safely on the rug of security. We don't actually enter the bedroom as there are small furry beasts with rotating paws of death!

Good-bye to my boys and my boys' buoys

After a month with Charlie and just barely a work week with CeeJay, I had to say good-bye to my boys. First they were here, fully equipped, then they were gone... and "they" were gone, too. Do they associate me with that? Perhaps it's good they left. I don't think I could handle two Castrati mad at me.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

coming posts

for when i'm not overly zonked to write.

we've lost our two foster boys, but are promised a bitch. see, i do this just so i can say bitch in everyday conversation.

so...1) there'll be the good-bye party pics...2) a FAQ rant... "are greyhounds vicious" YES... DEADLY AND OUT OF CONTROL. DID YOU NOT SEE THE MOVIE "PREDATOR & ALIEN vs. THE RETIRED GREYHOUND?!... that's why i keep 2-3 around me at all times. i live on the edge. sigh.... on serious note, most people really don't know... so the rant is against australia and ireland... the only countryies that require that they're muzzled in public3) and (hopefully) the becky introduction.

gotta run. my stinky hubby is outside bitching about how i've locked him out. seems he's been yelling at me to let him in from his morning run. yell louder, bub. i've still got my ear phones in. really. where is the effort?

About Me

i'm an ohioan by birth, naturalized texan, australian permanent resident. for sh*ts and giggles, i make a mess and walk away, read, knit, foster cat-safe greyhounds, and run or plod. i don't shave my legs often enough, love quinoa, and hate it when people stare at my chest.... they don't, but were they to do so, i'd hate it!

like Threadbared, this is a collection of "what were you thinking" in the knitting sphere. while i am a knitter and love the rebirth it's experiencing, i think there is always the need for editing ideas. and boy do the comments get bitchy!